Erotic Literature

Her every moment was led by addictions to pleasure,
or pain, or anything proving she was alive.

I entered the stage in her final scenes,
our needs crashing into needs,
like the splintered pots at the village gates,
broken in reverence to her gods.

Our flaws became righteous together
as lusts grew lovely in their gratification.
Oh, the holy fulfilling feasts
amid her repeated deaths!

We lost our brokenness in the other,
two stories held in secret, stirred and
beaten down to the pulp of life.
She smiled, “Drown with me in this river of
unbridled passion. Be the addiction that ends me.”

Our tangled lives fell beneath the pounding waves,
desires refusing to relent until the storm had passed.  
I heard labored gasping for air,
but still we thrashed against the waves
until at last she lay silent beneath me.

I rose from the waters and looked at her lined face,
a broken vessel still holding me
within her fading warmth.
Would she finally be free?

Still firm and hot within her,
I dropped tears onto her breasts
as I felt her spirit departing in gratitude.

My GOD!..
  
Holy shit!..  
Jesus Mary and Joseph..

 My raped therapist..
Not my dead therapist..
   
I don't need your attention..            
My blood brain barrier is only now a junction..            
Of a very disturbing confusion..            
Forcing me into enforcing and reinforcing my addiction..            
I keep asking myself is this the real reason and connection?            
Between my illusion, delusion and hallucinations..        
Nude images of my therapist, I keep on perceiving supports all the laws of attraction..    
Wearing and tearing me apart like that force of friction..    
Reports from the fertility doctors for my systemic reproduction..            
My penile veins in constant constriction..    
Penile arterial contraction..        
My solutes and solvents given me not a solution..            
Inequalities between my action and reaction..            
Opposing that third law of motion..            
This must be some kind of misconception..            
My dreams inception..            
Consist of two broad divisions..            
First one I am lucid with an erotic imagination..            
That ends with a very firm erection..            
Where all I need is a safe penetration..          
Bear with me, I don't believe  any of this is masturbation..            
The second one comes with this plethora of emotions..            
Nobody seems to know the reason behind my incarceration..            
These cops pulled me over last night for reasons whatsoever they called an insubordination..            
All they found with me is a toy gun with no ammunition..            
What I heard them asking next was licence and registration..            
So I provided some papers with authentication..            
These chumps again insisted my particulars lack some validation..            
I sped up with no velocity in my acceleration..            
Wondering what's gonna happen next
I asked myself is this all a fiction?            
Feels like yesterday, recalling when I was charged with a rape allegation..            
Just can't let myself into anymore detention..            
But destiny comes before hope and so is my position..            
As I step into the rock n roll station..            
And all these marksmen rise up out of respect with this gesture of salutation..            
Folks be like what have you got yourself in this kind of situation..            
Keep acting like you don't know we are staging a revolution..            
We don't care this could lead to life alteration..            
After all, this is the beginning of a new human evolution..            
Moments later I open my eyes to a sudden sensation..            
Just can't believe this is all part of a therapeutic session..            
This psycho analyzer must have compelled me into blurting this hidden revelation..            
Can't even remember when we started having this conversation..            
When are we ever reaching that final decision..            
Letting me know how glad she feels in witnessing my transition..            
I might have been lucid, just not under the influence of any sedation..          
You must know by now that all I do best is simulation..          
The only reason I sit here before you this morning is my endless desire for ejaculation..    
Do I appear to you as one in search of any redemption?          
I need to know though when you are due for ovulation..    
That's the best chance for me to put you some babies such is the condition..    
From behind sticking you up doggy's your favorite position..    
Oh doc! You have no idea how far I am willing to go to acquire your cooperation..      
Less we won't be meeting anytime soon until the resurrection..            
           
 

Sweat
ran down
her body
during her nude
workout which made me
feel like wanting to slip
off my shorts and letting her
see my dude piston sticking out
and ready to go deep into her
tunnel until my cum gun shot in her.

Eyes
of my
wife were fixed
on me playing
with my fire hose while
she allowed one of our
male neighbors to drill his dude
piston into her honey pot
before her best friend stepped in front of
me and slipped off her robe to stand naked.

Xander made it to
the bus stop just in time to
see some chick walking
naked towards him and thought
she wanted him to fuck her.
 
At first, he figured
that she was about to get
down on her knees and
unzip his pants in order
to suck on his dude piston.
 
Or maybe, to have
him stuff his joystick inside
her honey pot but
that's before she said, "Here's your
wallet. Found it on the couch."
 
That made Xander rub
his eyes and see that it was
his next door neighbor
Kendra who had the New Year's
Eve party the night before.
 
And after she gave
him back the wallet, Kendra
asked Xander, "Are you
going to be okay now?",
before he shrugged and said, "Sure."
 
And as soon as she
left the bus stop, Xander had
let out a sigh of
relief and said to himself,
"That was so embarrassing."

I cupped my hands around her skull and wondered what thoughts must be swirling inside the sphere no larger than two fists pressed together. What I held in my hands was a wonder, years in the making. The balance between nature and nurture fascinated me, especially in the acquisition of language and personality.

“What are you thinking?” she asked in her clear alto voice that filled the darkness. I heard a hint of laughter in her chest as she spoke.
 
“I was thinking how beautiful you are.”  
 
“Good answer, wise guy.”  
 
She often called me wise guy as a way of teasing me for my career choice. I was a college professor at a fledgling community college. She was a speech therapist at a nearby high school.    
 
I looked down at Donna's face against my chest. Her brown eyes sparkled from the soft window light our tiny apartment. “I was thinking what a miracle it is that such perfection found me on this small blue pearl floating in infinite space.”  
 
“You’re no astronomer,” she whispered.  
 
“I don’t have to be to know perfection when I see it.”  
 
“Good answer. wise guy.” I felt warm and wet from sweat, where Donna’s ear rested on my chest. I knew she heard my heart beating stronger now. While lost in my thoughts, she shifted over me, then dropped down, pressing her lips against my flesh, hardened with desires.  
 
I thought how central her lips were to her daily work with so many. Her voice rang with clarity when she spoke. I imagined her mouth modeling sounds carefully for students. Could they imagine what her lips meant to me? I almost chucked, realizing there were probably a few high school boys that could. The warm, tingling sensation brought me back to reality. I wasn’t ready yet.  
 
Donna was so good, so self-aware. She rose over me and smiled, letting her legs spread over me. I felt her warm crotch pressing against my stomach and caught the wisp of a familiar smell that swirled around my face making me dizzy.  
 
“God, you’re beautiful.”  
 
“You’re no theologian,” she said, still smiling over me.    
 
 “No, but I am an astronaut about to explore a lovely dark hole in outer space.”  
 
She laughed, "Ready for lift off," and I felt her fingers aligning me before being submerged in heat.  
 
The warmth of her always amazed me. Her dark shadow moved over me as the frantic tap, tap, tap of her flesh against me filled the room. I loved her animal self and marveled that the silhouette swaying over me held such sweet personality, humor, and spirit, but also these raw animal desires.    
 
Minutes passed as the tapping continued without a word between us. Donna sensed the moment was near and slowed her rhythm, now pressing…. pressing…. slower still.  
 
Then a voice, mine. My soft moan of pleasure echoed in the small room and her body pushed down hard onto me, accepting me fully. I lifted her folded frame with a final upward, savoring her light, warm mass.  
 
At the euphoric release inside Donna, I thought of her life and the balance of nature and nurture that made her so beautiful to me. I wondered how long our love would last. Then I smiled, imagining her saying, “You’re no fortune teller.”

Her frame drew me from a distance. She stood on slender legs gazing at the sky. She seemed lost in the magic of the clouds. Her family was camped nearby and she had strayed into the cool forest above the campground. I was a descendant of the Sioux and my parents knew I would explore away from our house for several hours.    
     
The stealthy courtesies I’d rehearsed with girls at school drew her in; so naive was she. She was a child of the affluent northeast, seeing rough country of the west for the first time. Surely she sensed the chase as layers between us broke down through conversation and laughter. We scrambled up rocky ledges and deeper into the forest. Finally we touched and tumbled to the ground in celebration of our shared humanness amid this wild landscape.      
     
Beneath a spruce canopy I painted her soft face with the ancestral desires she drew forth to mark my trophy. Her flesh lay silent on a carpet of undisturbed needles packed over thousands of years. She was an exhausted prey on this speck of earth, gasping the thin air and waiting to be finished.      
     
Resting in her arms, I felt the chase beginning anew. Looking up from her chest, I saw her face shining in the waning light as her tears mixed with my first juices. She sighed as I rose slowly over her and wiped a tear from her cheek. I cupped her face and whispered, “Of all this forest, you are the most beautiful.” Her face warmed with a blush and her wet lips formed an even smile.    
     
I hovered over her warmth like a wolf admiring a young deer overcome by the chase. The forest was silent and smelled of ancient decay in this soil of my ancestors.  She breathed deeply as I placed my hand between her small breasts to feel the gentle thumping of her life.    
   
I lowered my eyes to whisper a prayer she could not hear. “Thank you Great Spirit for this gift from your bounty.” From the puffy clouds above I sensed the eyes of my ancestors looking down and a gust of wind whispered, “Be gentle with this gift.” Only the spruce towering above us heard her breathy whimper as I pressed down into her womb-warm center to take full possession of my prey.